![]() "Same with me at the start, but I'm a fast learner." He tilted his head, a teasing glint in his ice blue eyes. Lady had to fight to keep her mouth from dropping open. Anyways, wanna hold him?" There was a wide smile on Dante's face, gesturing with his nephew still in his arms. "Yeah, that would definitely be a shitty place." Part of the problem was that he tended to be drunk most of the time, so not a lot of hunters believed him, but now Lady was feeling a bit guilty for not taking his words a bit more seriously. One man claimed to had been one of the middle-ranking members of the group, some "Order", and had fled because he found out about certain things that weren't meant for anyone else except the higher ranks. While the statue that was supposed to be Sparda in human form on horseback in the park nearby was somewhat creepy, she found the whole worshiping of Sparda by the islanders there to be highly unnerving, and that was even through hearsay from the more experienced hunters. ![]() The hunter part of her was a bit wary, noting how his eyes kept tracking her as she moved closer.Ī snort as he stroked the downy hair, letting out a deep purr when he heard a distressed whine from the baby. "Why?" Lady had to admit that his nephew was rather adorable, the girly side of her she had tried to bury fighting to come out and was cooing at the wide stare that hadn't left her face. That orphanage wasn't exactly at the best place for a kid like him." It was only after they brought out the sprog that finally convinced me, especially his scent and my devil instincts." Calloused hands easily capable of swinging a demon-forged claymore was gentle on tucking the baby boy in his red-and-blue onesie against his shoulder after undoing the straps of the carrier. Caretaker there had to do some fast talking to get me to the place, because I couldn't believe it either the first time, even when she mentioned the white hair. "Whoever she was, she left paperwork at the orphanage several months earlier, and they called me a couple weeks ago. If it wasn't for the unexpected surprise, she would've been snarking at his ridiculous apron that had what looked like a cartoonish Hell Pride running away from a giant salt shaker wielding a fork and knife. "Vergil."ĭante nodded, stepping out from the kitchen and setting down a large bowl onto his desk. "Then-" She almost didn't want to believe it, but there was only one other person. "Although, he might as well will be, at this point." "No, he's not mine." He paused, a thoughtful look crossing his face. Wide stormy blue eyes on a chubby face stared at her in bewilderment, blinking slowly at her. She wasn't quite expecting the smile that would've no doubt charmed half the girls at Love Planet as he took the spoon out of his mouth, but she did catch the tinge of grief underneath the cheer. "- why the hell do you have a baby strapped to your back with your hair color? The kid's yours, right?" "What the hell happened here?! Your drum kit and jukebox is still in their place with a fence around them, I can see some of the furniture has been shuffled a bit under the staircase, it's actually reasonably CLEAN, you got those cheap Christmas lights, and -" She squinted. Lady gestured widely, almost itching for a pistol to make sure that this person wasn't a demon disguising itself as Dante. The mop of silver-white hair popped out from behind the corner that separated his front "office" and the kitchen. Been taking some of the local jobs, shitty that they were, but a couple were some decent ones." "Also, sorry if I didn't respond back to most of your calls. Plates clinked from the kitchen towards the back. Numbly, she locked the doors behind her, feeling that familiar tingle of wards settling back in place. "Oh, hey, Lady! C'mon in! Lock the door, will ya? I still haven't gotten one of those open/closed signs yet and it's freezing out there." Whatever Lady was going to say died at the sight before her after she stepped through the threshold.
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